2017-12-12 - spike - The New Shop 52

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 52
Date: 12 December 2017

Chapter 52
The blank shifted uncomfortably on the chair opposite me.

“Problems, blank?”

“You were spying on us, sir?”

“No. I was taken before other blanks joined. Elevated to silver before any too. When I knew I was going to get gold I requested a modified hood and vest that could be blanked so I could experience life down there. What’s more… I like it. I also used it as a means of getting to know everyone without the number getting in the way. To make it even better, even M couldn’t tell me apart from the rest of you. That’s why he was looking agitated when none of you stepped forward.”

It visibly relaxed.

“Now, I’m not sure I got to know everyone and as you all look alike, tell me a little about yourself before the suit. With this” I waved my armband, “I can identify anyone then. Might be able to come up with a good dog name too.”

“But M named me, sir.”

“What name did you get?”

“Bowzer, sir.”

“And you like it? It fits you?”

Its shoulders shook. “Not really, sir. No.”

“M’s not really very good at naming dogs. I’m happy with the name he gave me but apart from that… I think I’m a little better at it.”

It nodded. “Born and raised in Philly, sir. Avid basketball fan. First bondage experience when I was ten. Toy handcuffs. Never looked back, sir.”

“Job?”

“I was a factory worker, sir. Boring as hell but it paid the bills.”

“Making?”

“Furniture, sir. The company prided itself that everything was hand made and the customers paid a premium for it.”

“Wood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Any other interests?”

“Apart from keeping myself in shape in the hope of finding a master, I’d just watch TV when there wasn’t a game on, sir.”

“Hmmm, not a lot to go on for the dog name yet…” then a thought. “Which part of Philly?”

“West, sir.”

I started to chuckle. “Did you ever run into a couple of guys who were up to no good?”

It started to laugh too. “If this is where I think it’s going, I think I’ll like my new dog name, sir.”

“What do you think I’m thinking of?”

“I’m thinking they started making trouble in my neighbourhood, sir. Prince, sir.”

“I was. It will be.”

“Oh god, thank you, sir. Hell of a lot better than Bowser, sir.”

“Good. The only other thing I could think of was Woody but Prince is better.”

It nodded.

“Dismissed. I’ve got a lot to get through today. Go and enjoy yourself. Dog training begins tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.” It ran off back to the elevator.

I spent the rest of the day doing that. Twenty-four other blanks and fifteen with better dog names. Another couple had been happy with the names they’d received, the others… Something to think about for tomorrow.

Finally, a little free time to myself, I joined one of the groups of blanks, played cards with them and then checked the TV.

Episode two was up!

“Attention all blanks… and M, Omega and Joel for that matter. TV! Episode two!”

My eagerness grew as I watched. I could see quite a few of the others utterly engrossed too. I couldn’t wait, oh god I wanted to be out there again.

I saw Slasher’s performance. God, he was good. No wonder he got best three times vs my one. He prowled, he chased, his cunning was certainly match for mine but his stamina… A couple of the dogs he chased down he toyed with. He didn’t just chase and bite the tail, he purposefully drove them into places he could corner them. Cliff faces. Swamps. Even towards one of the hazards the plugs warned us about. Definitely a page to take out of his book and use myself.

Of course, the episode didn’t just document our exploits. It gave equal time to the other dogs. Duke’s decision to take the longest route, sensing the edge of the play area. He must’ve been so distant the other dog sensations drowned him out. He even travelled by night only sleeping for about four hours a day. Of course, being diverted meant being captured, but for the most part, perfect. Incredible considering how unfit he’d been when we took him a couple of weeks earlier.

I realised he’d make a fucking good hunter.

M followed a similar approach, trying to only travel in the most wooded areas, even if it took him miles off course. Where open ground needed to be crossed, he crawled on his belly until shielded from view again.

Bandit on the other hand took a much more direct route. Still an arc off the straight line to the finish leading to one capture. I’ve still got no idea how he managed to avoid my detection of him, must’ve been all the other dogs in the area at the time with me concentrating far too much on one direction. Have to wait for the final episode to find that out..

The moment the TV program was over, my ears sprang to life. It was Q again.

“Go to the gym.”

I looked around. Twelve, Thirteen, Duke, Slasher and M all headed to the elevator the same time I did.

“M?”

“I think it’s time.”

“Time for…?”

“The outsiders. Six of us, six of them. One each to train most likely.”

“So, what do we do with them?”

“Let’s get down there first. I imagine they’ll all still be frozen, blind and deaf right now.”

I nodded.

When we got there, lined up on the court, just as predicted, six dogs. Each with a bag dangling from their collar.

Again, Q’s voice. “Meet the outside competitors. They of course can’t hear this. Unfreeze them but keep their goggles blackened. Order them to stand to attention. Then summon the rest. They might as well see who they’re up against but only clear their goggles when every racer is in the line. One to train for each of you this week.”

I nodded and tapped each with my armband. I felt the contents of the bag on the first too. It was the human core for when the tails were removed.

Six dogs, six names already loaded in. Moonbeam, Fang, Diablo, Muttley, Nipper and Buster.

“So, as we each get one.” I held up my band to show them their names. I selected Slasher. “Which one do you want to train?”

“Fang, sir.”

Then Duke. “Which one?”

“Oh god, I never expected to be given this! Thank you, sir. I’ll take Nipper.”

M nodded and selected Muttley, Twelve took Diablo, Thirteen was halfway through signing Moonbeam when I stopped him. “Moonbeam’s mine. He’s the slave that belongs to Bethan. You can have Buster. Of course, they’ll need a little tuition in signing for Slasher, Duke and Thirteen before you can take them. Let’s get them unfrozen and out. Everyone behind them. I don’t want them to see anyone yet.”

Each of us took a core, Me, M and Twelve unlocked their tails. They were pulled, replaced with their human cores and we ensured their goggles were black again before removing them from the dog suits.

“Do you want to do the honours, M?”

He nodded. “Welcome to your new home for the next three weeks. The third, you won’t be here much but you will be returned here after the race and remain for another couple of days after it to get you back on your feet. Now, once you’re out, stand to attention. Your vision will be restored when we see fit.” He fiddled. “Attention all. The outside entrants to the next race have arrived, make your way to the gym.”

Each of us had the usual struggle in getting them free but they were standing in no time.

“Twelve, get the chastity.”

He nodded and ran to the elevator.

M continued.

“Well, slaves. You’re in for the time of your lives and possibly the biggest shock of them. As you know, those suits will remain a part of you for the foreseeable future. Only your owners will decide if or when you’re allowed to have them removed. You may never speak again. You may be in them for the rest of your lives. None of our concern and the only thing you need concern yourselves with is following the orders given to you. From tomorrow, you will be dogs every single day apart from Sunday. The second Sunday you will remain that way until after the race. You have no choice in the matter but we will grant you a means of communication when in human form.”

A few of the slaves shifted uncomfortably. One of them reached for its rock hard cock.

M pointed his fob at it and it leapt two feet into the air.

“You will not be permitted to touch your master or mistress’s property, slaves. In fact, for the entire time you’re on two legs, you’ll be locked in chastity. It doesn’t matter when you’re dogs because you can’t reach anyway then. Now, just to be on the safe side, hands up if you can read. I expect the truth in every single thing asked of you or you will be punished.”

All six put their hands up.

“Good, because the sign language we’ll teach you soon requires it. We’ve already had one illiterate. It had a very unpleasant surprise when it found itself here.”

The first elevator full of slaves arrived and we lined them up along the wall facing the outsiders. Within minutes, everyone was present, including Joel, Omega and twelve, laden with six chastity belts.

We each took one.

M typed. “You will remain still.” and we applied one to our chosen slave.

M nudged me. “Your turn.”

“Do we perform the escape test on them?”

“No point in their case. They’ll never see an exit.”

I selected the newbies. “I am number eleven when in human form and Tyson when a canine. I am one of the hunters during the race. Slasher, Duke, Bandit, step to one side.” They did so and I joined them. “Your goggles will now be cleared so you can see us all.”

I pointed my fob at a couple, M did the same as did twelve.

“The slaves before you are your competitors. The ones you’re racing against. Look to your left.”

They did so.

“We will be your hunters. Your job, evade us at all costs because if we catch you, if one of us pulls your tail, you will freeze solid for half an hour. Your suits also have a defence mechanism, five minutes of protection in case of animal attack such as the bear you saw in the trailer.”

The slaves stared at their permanent counterparts in shock, one even stepped back.

“Now, before we continue, have a good look around. This is just one level of this training complex. In a minute, you six will accompany us to the level above so we can speak and teach you how to speak too. Understood?”

All six nodded. They stared around at the gym. A couple shifted in discomfort in their chastity and looked down at it, giving it an experimental tug.

“Follow us.”

Up to the elevator, we ushered them in the moment the doors opened and selected B1.

“This is our rec room. Yes, you’ll get a little time in here later today and next Sunday. Now, Moonbeam and Fang. Join us on that table over there. M and twelve will do the same with theirs.”

I pointed at the chairs. “Sit.” Then Slasher and I sat opposite.

I turned my wristband off.

“N.o.w. w.e. t.a.l.k. a.n.d. w.e. t.e.a.c.h. y.o.u. t.o. t.a.l.k. t.o.o.”

Fang was the first to gesture back. “R.e.a.l.l.y? I.t.s a. l.i.t.t.l.e. c.u.m.b.e.r.s.o.m.e. i.s.n.t. i.t.?”

I spoke a little quicker. “It’s the only way those slaves down there will ever talk again, blank. Without an armband like this, which is only granted when you gain a promotion, it’s the only way to talk. You can speed things a little using mime.”

It sped up too, realising it could.

“But… why is it necessary? I’m not going to be in this thing that long am I?”

“The length of time you remain in that suit is entirely up to your master. I know for a fact your companion there” I nodded at Moonbeam “may not be released until he wins a race if his Mistress is dissatisfied with his performance in the next one.”

It stared at Moonbeam in shock. “But… I can’t stay like this forever!”

“As we said downstairs, that’s none of our concern. We are in these suits forever. Every single slave you saw down there, every suit is permanent. Utterly. We’re in these for life. All of us.”

“Oh fuck! And I might be too?”

“You might. Depends on your master. Perfect means of controlling a slave, a suit like this. If he finds he likes it, he might choose to never let you out. You know him better than anyone. Does he like conversation? Does he like giving you a good fuck or getting you to suck his cock? Maybe fisting you? If he likes those things then chances are you’ll get out.”

It sagged in relief. “More, he likes me fucking him on occasion.”

“Well there’s no need to be released from the suit for that. If anything I’m sure you’ll find the suit enhances the act. I’ve never done it but M has. He said wanking in the suit was an experience like no other.”

“Fuck? Really?”

“Well you know how good the suit feels. Why wouldn’t it feel just as good on your cock, not to mention you’ve got that tube down there.”

It nodded. It certainly seemed to be sitting a little straighter.

Finally, Moonbeam spoke. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“About the threat my mistress issued?”

“I was the one in the case Joel opened to demonstrate the suit’s freeze. I heard it all. Sometimes we get shipped over to the store to stand on display. Oh fuck she’s hot. God you’ve got no idea how tempting it was to hump her leg that day in Central Park.”

“You… I…”

“What blank?”

“I thought you were all gay!”

“Most of us are but at least two are as straight as you. Makes no difference. Nothing gay possible in these suits, we’re slaves to a gay master true but it’s the slavery that appealed, not the sex.”

It nodded.

“What’s it like? Having her as a mistress?”

“Oh god, dream come true. I spent a few weekends with her and when she offered me the chance to be hers permanently I leapt at it and quit my job. She can be a harsh mistress sometimes but I love that even more.”

“God, I envied you the first time you came in with her. Of course, I squashed that, my enslavement is so much more… Well… Better.”

“Better how?”

“Sir. That goes for both of you from now on, get used to it.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“As you both seem to have grasped how to talk, don’t worry, you’ll improve when your hands are free, follow me.”

I walked to the elevator with Slasher and those two in tow, then, down to the dungeon.

Both of them froze and stared the moment the place was visible. There were a few blanks already enjoying it when we arrived. One in full hazmat gear suspended upside down from the ceiling. Another tied to the fuck bench getting its ass caned. A few more further in near the back, one on a cross and one sitting on a box, presumably with another one in it.

“God! This place is amazing!”

“I know. Now I think you get why none of us care if the suits are permanent. This is our life. Well, one step in it anyway. Eventually every slave here apart from you six will go to join our master and I’ve heard it’s even better there.”

“Better? Than this?”

I nodded.

Fang gave me a long look, took a deep breath… “Oh fuck, where do I sign up?”

“As M once said to his” I indicated Moonbeam “mistress… We‘d never take an owned slave. It’s not the done thing. If you could convince your master to give you to us, we’d take you after a background check but I warn you now, if that did happen, this suit is absolutely permanent. Nothing can get it off. M’s been in his five years and he knows he’ll never be free of it. Not that he wants that.”

It took another deep breath and nodded. “He’d never give me away anyway, sir. I just got caught up in the moment. We love each other.”

“I know the feeling. Come on, let’s get you worked hard in the gym. Both of you. Tomorrow you’re dogs for a week. I will be your trainer,” I prodded Moonbeam, “and Slasher will be Fang’s.”

We returned to the elevator.